Bar

"Now let me intrudes you to some of my good friends." Ludwig was surprised that she took his hand without any hesitation. "This is Gilbert" He said gesturing toward the albino boy.

"How are you doing?" He asked with a smirk.

"And this Antonio." He then gestured to the brown haired boy who was just smiling.

"Hi-a I'm-a Feliciano! It's so-a nice-a to meet-a you." He said smiling ear to ear.

"We've already meet." Ludwig said gruffly but held a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I am Kiku It's prusur to meet you." Jezebel just nodded her head to all of them.

"Okay, now my dear Jezebel you look like you could use a drink." Francis said putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Francis how can ask something like that. You don't even know if she drinks." Ludwig said in an over protective father.

"Oh but on the contrary little Luddie, but I went to school with her before and let me inform you on one thing she can drink with the best of them, when she's in the right mood." Francis winked at him and then gestured for all of them to follow. She walked with him, he was the only person that she would consider a friend every one else she didn't really know. Yes, he at one point had tried to get her so drunk that he could have his fun but at the time he didn't know how well she could handle her liquor.

As the Frenchman lead the way to a bar Gilbert, Antonio, and him kept talking. Gilbert kept glancing back at her with a smile. Ludwig was walking beside her and it made her feel really uncomfortably. She picked up her pace and pushed her way under Francis arm he just looked down at her and smiled.

"Aww Luddie you scared her Hononon." he glanced back at Ludwig who had an all to apparent blush. Both Gilbert and Antonio started laughing at her and him. Gilbert stopped Francis and her and looked down at her.

"You're scared of Ludwig but you're not in fear of your virginity while being around Francis?" He asked with a slight smile.

"No, he knows what would happen if he tried anything, and who told you that I was virgin?" she asked bluffing as she walked ahead of the group of boys. She could see that Francis was trying hard not to laugh but she knew that he would keep her secret. Gilbert's face held both shock and surprise.

"Your... you're not a virgin?" he squeaked as he tried to pull himself together.

" Gilbert, if I was you I would just give up." Francis said putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Why?" Gilbert asked.

"The only way for you to find out is to win her and she is some one who can't be won with flowers, chocolates, alcohol, or anything that you give her. She is a rear flower indeed. The real life forbidden fruit. Her love is wrapped tight with in her heart and it's encased in ice. No, one has ever been able to get her to talk about why but she try's." Every one looked up the street at where she had stopped. She turned around and Gilbert was the only one who caught the glisten of the tear that fell unnoticed to the ground.

"Hey Francis which way are we going." She then looked at the house that she was stopped in front of and it looked like she wanted to go in, but she turned back and walked back to stand by Francis. "Your leading the way." She said as she looked up at him.

"So it seems." He then put his arm around her shoulder and they continued walking. Gilbert took a note about the house that she had been looking at when the tear fell and on the side of the house was three hand prints one set belonged to a man, anther set belonged to a woman, and the last set belong to a child. The hand prints were in the shape of a heart and on the inside written in German "I love you both. My purple eyed angles." Gilbert couldn't help but think that those hand prints were hers.

"Hey you guys wait up!" he yelled at the group as they counted down the road with out him.

As they entered the bar Jezebel seemed to freeze. Gilbert saw that she was looking at a picture on the wall, but she then quickly caught up with them. As the waiter brought every one their usual drink she looked at her leaning against Francis as if she wasn't suppose to be there.

"And what would you like to drink, a marten?" Jezebel was quick to answer.

"Jagger." Every one but Francis looked at her like she was nuts even the waitress. Gilbert finally chimed in.

"Just get her vhat she vants she's had a very hard day." As every one but Jezebel looked at him oddly.

Time warp ( Not really just going forward in time)

She was half way through her bottle of Jagger and she was just tipsy, every one else was flat on their face drunk. She giggled at about how silly they all were acting. Gilbert had his tie wrapped around his head like a head band, Kiku was singing karaoke in his underwear and had his shirt unbuttoned, Francis had nothing on but a rose covering his junk, Ludwig was falling out of his set, Feliciano was passed out at his set, Antonio was hitting on a girl at the opposite part of the bar. Jezebel thought that it was just about that time for her to reign in the drunken mess of boys and get them back to the dorms. She knew one way to get Francis back but he would have to get the rest of them to follow.

"Hey hic come here." She motioned with her finger for him to come over and he gladly obligate. "Francis, hic I want to go bed hic with yo hic u." Francis seemed to brighten up at her statement but she knew that he had taken it the wrong way like she knew that he would. Now he had every one dressed awake and ready to go. He put his arm around her drunkenly.

"Now shall we get hic going. I have a hic date with a hic very lovely hic lady tonight." He then winked at her. She didn't have any reaction to his overtly hands-y and flirtatious attempts. Gilbert who seemed upset about what was going on stayed quiet on the walk back to the school.

Once they arrived Gilbert lead her to their room and showed her were Francis room was. He watched as she heaved him onto his bed and he just laughed.

"Come hic lay down." He beckoned her but she didn't come any closer to him.

"You always fall for the same line when your drunk Francis, good night you goof." She then turned off the light and shut the door. She walked back in to the main part of the dorm room and saw Gilbert sitting at table in what was supposed to be the kitchen. He had a bear in hand and looked somewhat depressed.

"Hey." he jolted up from his thought and looked at her. "Whats eating you?" She asked taking the seat opposite of him.

"You two finished already?" he asked with a smirk.

"Never started." She bluntly stated looking at him. "But I asked you what was wrong?"

"Nothing I was just thinking."

"What were you thinking about?"

"You."

"Why I'm nothing spacial."

"Nothing like that well a little, but that house that you stopped in front of.."

"Yeah what about it?"

"It was your old house when your mom was still alive wasn't it?" Gilbert asked looking at the bottle of alcohol that he held in his hand. He finally got the nerve to look up at her. He seen that she had frozen from fear and she was deep in memory.

"Jezebel, I want to tell you something." Gilbert then got out of his chair and pulled out a photo album and handed it to her. The picture on the front of it was that of Gilbert, Ludwig, some one that she thought was their father, her parents and her standing in front of her old house. "You and my bruder use to play together and I would watch you both." He smiled at the memory. " But when your father died your mom stopped us from coming over all together. Then when my father told me that you mother had died seven years ago I couldn't stop my self from worrying about you." She looked up into his worried red eyes. "Jezebel what happened to you? You use to be such a happy person."

"G... Gilbert y.. you can't tell any one who I am." Now he looked at her confused.

"Why not?"

"Every one besides you and the principle knows my actual last name. Starting tomorrow I'm not Jezebel Amsel but Jezebel Smith. I'm sorry but I really need to go." She got up almost knocking the chair to the floor and she ran back to her dorm room shutting and locking the door behind her. Then she ran to her room shutting that door behind her as well. She then slid down the door bring her knees to her chest. She knew people here that knew her when she was kid and knew her parents but she wouldn't be here long. Most likely after Christmas break she would be shipped off to some other school with people who would try to be her friend, subdue her, and then forget about her once she was gone, but here it would be different they knew her and they wouldn't forget. She let the tears of pain finally spill out. From her father's death, to her mothers, to every thing that hurt but she kept hidden from every one.